Arya sat on the ground, trying to breathe. The sweat on her forehead dripped down her reddened face.
Her trainer, Myers, stood a meter away, lecturing her about something, but her attention was on Alfa, who was laughing.
She had come fuming to the training arena thinking it would be her and Alfa, but here, Alfa stood with Rohan Myers, a middle-aged person, who boasted at training hundreds of undefeated warriors.
His record was that anyone who trained with him never fell in battle. Arya was wondering where his trained men were when the rogues attacked.
"Are you listening to me, Luna?"
"What?" Arya looked at Myers. "Yes, I'm listening."
"What did I just say?" Myers folded his arms over his chest.
"A... about... about the..."
